266: Chapter 266 Cultivation, Blood Rain

"What?!"

Upon hearing this news, the person most shocked was not Lu Shihua who had issued the question, but Roger, whom Fang Cheng called Senior Brother.

He looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his body shuddered violently, and his pupils contracted sharply, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"Say it again, what on earth happened to the golden bumpa bottle?"

Roger's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Fang Cheng.

He completely disregarded the other's inexplicable form of address; his mind went "buzz" and became almost completely blank.

Although he and Lu Shihua had a feud, fighting tooth and nail in open and covert struggles, it ultimately still revolved around seizing the golden bumpa bottle.

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This holy item of the Black Sect concerned whether Roger could return to the snow-covered plateau in the future and ascend the throne of the Dharma King, carrying his lifelong ambitions and desires.

At this moment, hearing that the golden bumpa bottle had been shattered, the beautiful thoughts in his heart seemed to have been shattered along with it.

How could he not be shocked, or even utterly furious? His whole body trembled slightly, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white.

As a Venerable of the Black Sect, Roger probably never dreamed in his wildest dreams.

That there would actually be someone in this world who would spoil such a rare heavenly treasure so ruthlessly and viciously strike at it.

Before Fang Cheng could continue answering, Lu Shihua also felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe, leaving him standing there dumbfounded.

His complexion first flushed crimson, the veins on his neck bulging, and then turned pale as death.

His lips trembled slightly, wanting to say something, but it was as if something was choking his throat, and he couldn't spit out a single word.

At this moment, he was likewise staring fixedly at Fang Cheng, his eyes filled with disbelief and monstrous fury.

Having painstakingly built things up for decades, just as the ancestral spirits of the Lu Family were about to undergo Rebirth and a new Secret Realm was about to open, everything was destroyed at the hands of this suddenly appearing mysterious person—how could he accept this?

Seeing that both of them were filled with grief and indignation, Fang Cheng naturally knew he couldn't continue staying here to stand out and become a sore thumb, lest he be ganged up on by them together.

Thus, with a calm expression and a slight bow, he spoke again neither servishly nor overbearingly:

"Senior Brother Roger, I'll go deal with the others from the Lu Family; you carry on."

Finished speaking, he bolted, wind at his heels, his figure dashing wildly into the distance like a streak of lightning.

Leaving only Roger and Lu Shihua stranded in place.

Lu Shihua, originally full of anger and about to indignantly make a move to teach Fang Cheng a lesson, couldn't help but freeze upon seeing this scene.

Seeing that this fellow who ruined his grand plan ran faster than a rabbit, it would be no easy task to catch up.

Furthermore, even if he caught up, facing the pincer attack of two experts from the Black Sect simultaneously, he did not have absolute certainty of defeating the enemy.

With a rapid turn of his thoughts, he immediately refocused his gaze on the chief culprit, Roger.

"Good, good, good!"

Lu Shihua cried out three times in anger, glaring fiercely at his old adversary with eyes spitting fire: "Roger, you're actually even more ruthless than me!"

Roger was completely baffled by this sudden accusation and instinctively defended himself:

"I have no relation to him at all; how could I possibly..."

Just at this moment, an enthusiastic cry came from afar:

"Zaxi, Duoji, don't panic, Junior Martial Uncle is here to help you!"

It was precisely Fang Cheng running toward another battlefield.

There, two lamas in black robes were engaging in combat with Lu Tao, being driven back step by step.

Upon hearing this, the anger on Lu Shihua's face grew even more intense, and his muscles twitched slightly:

"You still dare say you have no relation?!"

Having said that, he swiftly struck without mercy.

In an instant, the ground beneath his feet cracked apart, and the vines that had been temporarily dormant all around lashed out toward Roger like awakened pythons, baring fangs and brandishing claws.

"Listen to me, the most important thing for us right now is to catch that person first..."

Roger shouted anxiously, trying to make Lu Shihua calm down and unite against their common enemy first.

As he spoke, he pushed off the ground with both feet, darting out like an arrow, flames blossoming around his body as he broke through the gaps in the vines, attempting to shake off this pointless fight to chase after Fang Cheng.

But the moment he landed, a large amount of new vines coiled around him again.

"Bastard, are you playing me for a fool?"

Lu Shihua, however, turned a deaf ear, his eyes locked onto Roger as if he wanted to hack him to pieces with his gaze.

While driving the vines to attack, he sternly demanded:

"That fellow is bare-headed, clearly a bald donkey of the same ilk as you lot!"

"And he can even emit flames from his body; what is that if not the Indestructible Bright Point cultivated in Esoteric Buddhism?"

"One of you attracts firepower from the front while the other sneaks an attack from behind—now you dare to do it but not admit it, right?"

"Fine, I'll make both of you stay here and be buried with my Lu Family!"

While speaking, his hands waved rapidly, and more vines burst forth from the ground, sweeping toward Roger like a blanket blotting out the sky.

Even though the Formation had suffered damage, Lu Shihua's ability remained incomparably formidable, and due to his utter fury, he even burst out with an even more astonishingly terrifying power.

Roger was left speechless, completely unable to refute, nor did he have the mind to refute.

He could only curse resentfully to himself:

Damn it, I should be even more furious than you Lu Family members, right?

The golden bumpa bottle is the holy item of our Black Sect!

He had the heart to catch the fleeing Fang Cheng and interrogate him about his origins, but he was entangled by Lu Shihua and couldn't get away.

He could only dodge continuously, forming hand seals with both hands, struggling to withstand Lu Shihua's increasingly frantic attacks.

Zaxi and Duoji, standing in the distance, gazed at the Masked Man who had run over like lightning and then sprinted away like lightning.

For a moment they were somewhat bewildered, not knowing what on earth the situation was.

Lu Tao had initially been startled, thinking this humanoid monster that fell from the sky was going to beat him up, and hurriedly retreated in rapid strides.

Seeing that the other party was merely running toward the manor's gates, he couldn't help freezing for a moment, then a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

Therefore, he continued to wave his arms, which had transformed into two wooden spears, launching an attack toward Zaxi and Duoji.

Outside the Lu Family Manor, in the mist-filled woods.

Fang Cheng sprinted all the way, the wind howling in his ears, the sounds of shouting and killing behind him gradually left far behind.

The withered branches and dead leaves under his feet creaked as he stepped on them.

After those man-devouring black mists and ghost shadows disappeared, the entire Miwu Mountain seemed to recover a bit of tranquility.

Everything around appeared hazy, as if stepping into a mystical realm.

Before long, amidst the cover of the woods ahead, a very small lake entered his field of vision.

The surface of the lake was as calm as a mirror, with gentle, gauze-like mists drifting leisurely across it.

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed brightly as he looked back and saw that no one was pursuing him from behind.

Thus, he leaped forward with a bound, plunging into the water with a splash, kicking up a large spray of water.

The lake water was bone-chillingly cold; the moment it touched his skin, which appeared crimson from emitting high temperatures, it made a faint sizzling sound.

Just like a piece of charcoal thrown into ice water, it bubbled with a gurgling sound.

Fang Cheng quickly sank to the bottom of the lake, finding a relatively flat patch of sandy ground.

Then he planted his legs in a horse stance, held his breath through his mouth and nose, and began to run Qigong.

With a slight shift of his mind, True Qi surged gurglingly from the Dantian like a spiritual spring.

Then it flowed along the meridians of his limbs and bones, shuttling between the gaps of his muscles and skeleton, moistening countless capillaries, continuously circulating back and forth.

Wherever it went, a warm and peaceful power nourished and repaired the damaged parts, just like a blocked river channel being dredged and cleared anew.

The originally chaotic internal breath gradually became smooth, and under the guidance of True Qi, it slowly returned to its place, each performing its own duties.

The internal organs, which had been shaken and displaced due to the high-altitude fall, now also seemed to be gently straightened by a pair of gentle hands, receiving meticulous recuperation.

Wisps of heat emanated from within his body, intermingling with the cold lake water, actually causing the surrounding water temperature to rise significantly.

In the dark depths more than five meters from the lake surface, Fang Cheng enjoyed the pleasure brought by cultivating Qigong, quickly entering an embryonic breathing state.

His entire person seemed to merge into one with this world and this body of water, casting the external hustle and bustle and disputes completely behind his mind.

During this period, however, some new changes appeared in the outside world.

On the cloud-obscured and mist-shrouded mountain peak, the crowd was still immersed in the shocking scene they had witnessed firsthand just moments ago.

One by one, they pointed and gestured toward the sky, discussing animatedly on-site, the atmosphere exceptionally lively.

That figure soaring high in the sky, resembling a roc spreading its wings.

That punch descending from the heavens, as if splitting the earth.

None of this failed to deeply shock all the treasure seekers.

The seemingly rock-solid and unfathomable Formation was thus destroyed by sheer brute force from one person with a single fist, completely collapsing.

"He is simply a Heavenly God descending to earth!"

I don't know who among the crowd was the first to shout out such a sentence, which instantly ignited everyone's enthusiasm.

For a time, sounds of praise and exclamations rose one after another, endlessly ringing in the ears.

Those few treasure seekers who had previously crossed paths with Fang Cheng felt both remorse and lingering fear, their faces turning alternately pale and flushed.

They couldn't help wanting to slap themselves across the face; how could they have been so blinded by greed previously to want to go up against a powerhouse of this caliber, truly overestimating themselves.

Recalling the scene of the battle at this moment, the look of effortless ease on that man's face made their spines even colder and filled them with boundless awe.

Compared to these treasure seekers, the members of the professor's team were even more extremely excited.

Lin Chuqiao stood quietly by the edge of the cliff, her eyes bright, gazing into the distance at the outline of the manor faintly emerging from the dense fog.

She tightly clutched the corner of her clothes, her palms covered in sweat, as if she herself had personally experienced this thrilling battle alongside that man.

Bailing, standing beside her, was also so excited that her face turned flushed red. She tugged on the sleeve of the person next to her, chattering as she shared her inner exclamation:

"Did you guys see that just now? Big Brother White Ghost is too amazing, actually able to fly so far and shatter the Formation with a single punch!"

Dachui grinned, nodding and echoing with a chuckle.

Monkey's expression looked ordinary on the surface, but his eyes danced with an undisguised sense of admiration.

Everyone chimed in with words, rejoicing over Fang Cheng's feat and feeling fortunate that they managed to escape with their lives.

However, just at this moment, a gust of howling wind blew over, kicking up swirling dust.

Everyone felt a sense of induction in their hearts and couldn't help raising their heads to look toward the night sky that had originally returned to tranquility.

They saw a large patch of dark clouds gathering from the horizon, slowly growing more numerous and thicker.

Being on the mountain peak, it felt as if the cloud layer was about to press down on them directly.

The wind rose accordingly, sweeping over like a roar, the branches of the surrounding large trees dancing wildly and lashing about in the wind.

An arc of lightning tore through the densely covered dark clouds, illuminating the heaven and earth as bright as snow, as if daytime had descended.

Immediately following, accompanied by rumbling thunder, soybean-sized raindrops fell, beating against the leaves with a rustling clatter.

"What is going on?"

"Could those man-eating black mists be making a comeback?"

Bursts of exclamations immediately rang out on the mountain peak.

The suddenly appearing severe weather instantly froze the excited expressions on everyone's faces.

Afterwards, they discovered something even more hair-raising.

Although the rainfall was not particularly heavy, the falling raindrops unexpectedly presented a blood-red color!

Drop by drop, blood-like raindrops fell with pattering sounds, blooming into bewitching blood flowers amidst the mud, like envoys from the netherworld bringing ominous portents.

The moment the blood rain landed on their bodies and faces, touching their skin, it was even as scalding as boiling water, burning quite a few treasure seekers into crying out involuntarily.

Such a bizarre and horrifying scene flustered everyone, and their sole thought right now was to quickly find shelter from the rain.

Everyone fled in all directions, rushing toward the nearest trees or seeking crevices beneath rock faces in order to gain a shred of shelter.

Lin Chuqiao and the others also hurried to take cover along with the crowd, quickly finding a place to stay under a relatively concealed rock face.

"What is going on? Could it be that shattering the golden bumpa bottle has offended some taboo?"

Bailing's face revealed a look of terror, her eyes wide as saucers as she gazed at the pouring blood rain outside.

"Screw it, no matter how hard the rain falls it won't kill people; once it stops, we'll leave this place."

Dachui squatted on the ground, scratching his head with a carefree, nonchalant expression:

"Besides, I feel like when this rain falls on the body, it's warm and actually quite comfortable."

As he spoke, he even reached out his hand, trying to catch a few blood-colored raindrops to observe closely.

"Dachui, be careful!"

Lin Chuqiao quickly dissuaded him: "The situation is unclear right now; we must act cautiously and not casually touch this kind of strange thing."

As she spoke, her gaze revealed solemnity, and she raised her eyes to look at the blood rain all over the sky, attempting to track down its source.

Unfortunately, aside from a thick blood-red color and darkness, nothing could be seen clearly.

The blood rain pattered on, showing no intention of stopping at all.

The air was permeated with a pungent smell of blood, mixed with the mists on the mountain to form a bloody miasma.

This scent was so strong it was choking, making it somewhat difficult to breathe, while at the same time seeming to emit a fatal temptation.

Suddenly, the professor's voice came clearly through the mental connection:

"Xiaochu, has the phenomenon of blood rain appeared on your side?"

"Yeah, it looks so terrifying, it's just like a horror movie."

Before Lin Chuqiao could answer, Bailing chimed in first, and then asked with full suspicion:

"Professor, why is it raining blood all of a sudden? Haven't we escaped the Inner World yet?"

The professor paused slightly, seemingly weighing his choice of words, and then responded:

"You could say that. We are both in the Inner World and in the Outer World, existing in a quantum superposition state."

"Huh?"

Bailing's mouth opened slightly, evidently unable to understand such profound philosophical questions.

Lin Chuqiao, Dachui, and Monkey were also completely confused upon hearing this.

"I am temporarily unable to contact White Ghost, but what can be confirmed is that he has successfully destroyed that Formation."

Seeing that everyone was somewhat bewildered, the professor tried to make his words as easy to understand as possible, then explained:

"The Secret Realm of the Legacy guarding the ancestral spirits of the Lu Family was originally in the process of being transferred, but it was accidentally interrupted midway. This caused it to complete only half of the transfer, and it has not yet completely solidified and formed."

"As a result, the entire Miwu Mountain where we are located has fallen into an extremely special situation. The two spaces of the Inner World and the Outer World are intermingling and transforming into each other here, in a dynamic process of constant change."

"This state transition from Chaos tending toward stability is just like the two poles of Yin and Yang balancing each other, waxing and waning. Although complex, fortunately it won't last too long."

Explaining up to here, the professor suddenly stopped, and said with a slightly hurried tone:

"Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; all of you quickly go outside and get rained on!"

"Ah, get rained on by the blood rain?"

Upon hearing these words, the crowd was even more shocked, as if they had heard some sheer fantasy.